Gospel

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I was born clappy
Into a family,
In the West African region.
We loved religion,
We were in religion,
But religion was not in us.

We sang church songs,
Though we were so wrong,
We thought we had it made.
With one eye we prayed,
With the other we strayed,
Fooling that God did not see.

I remember that day that that Nic' O demus
Went knocking on that door at night.
He asked the Way, Master Jesus:
"How come You're different from all"
That day he heard the truth
From Jesus -the Truth,
And his problem was cured from the root.
He knew "Churchianity" was not Christianity,
Religion was not life in Christ.

I was in a mess;
Enmeshed in a mess,
Yet I thought I enjoyed my life.
Yet no life in my life'
Till Christ gave me His life;
So I sing this song of life.

I was going blind;
No good in my mind;
Yet I thought I had good sight
But for the love of Jesus-the Light,
I would have been dead in the night.

Now I have life,
From Christ, New Life.
I have passed from death to life
I have a home above;
Purchased by love,
I'm a citizen of heaven above.

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